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“Only here, before his eyes, were there no distinctions of race or breeding. Here they slept together, not berthed separately under the neat aeration of the crosses but rolled together in one long trench–Christian and Negro and Jew, patrician and laborer: all of them were good enough to die, to sink to mortality and lie together.

It is not death to die,
To leave this weary road,
And midst the brotherhood on high
To be at home with God.

It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.

It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain, to breath the air
Of boundless liberty.

It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust
And rise, on strong exulting wing
To live among the just.

Jesus, Thou Prince of Life,
Thy chosen cannot die:
Like Thee, they conquer in the strife
To reign with Thee on high.

– H.A. Cesar Malan

(Last year in January, our Church experienced it’s first death of a member. Glenn Wilkinson left us for heaven. I remember I was at work when he passed. The Lord was kind enough to give me a moment of quietness at the store. I wasn’t sure why it was so slow, but then I heard that Glenn had passed away and I was very thankful for the emptiness. I had just started to become friends with Glenn. I had always loved him from afar as a brother in Christ and by his reputation, but I had never really taken the time to get to know him. A few months before he passed away he began whispering little encouragements to me about my husbands teaching and preaching. Those little messages meant more to this wife than I can ever express – knowing Godly men were being encouraged by my husband gave me more confidence to encourage him. I still regret that I never made it to the hospital to say goodbye to my dear friend, but I know this is not the end. Someday I’ll join him at our Lord’s feet and let him know how much he meant to me.)